The Truth Behind the Mask

Chapter 1: His Life

DISCLAIMER: I do not own KHR.
                        : Also the pictures and cover page...I only edited it.

                           (The picture is when tsuna was 3 years old)

'thoughts'
"foreign language"
"spoken"
flashback

Chapter 1

"Hiwo!(Hiro!) Down't go twere!" A 3 years old brunette with wide but a little sharp, brown eyes shouted with a worried face to his brother.

The said boy pouted angrily.

"Why? iwt not fwair!" The boy has blond but his hair style is not like his brother (who has a brown gravity hair) ,the boy has somehow flat hair (like Iemitsu). The boy has brown eyes like his older brother.

They are fraternal twins after all.

"Its dangewoush! We dwon't know twem!" The boy said. "Come on! Mamma gwoing to bwe worriewd!" he added.

But the boy refuses to go with his brother and instead, he went inside the abandon factory where the dangerous looking men has entered.

Then he remembered what happen a while a ago. They were playing and saw them walking quickly while looking around if anyone sees them. They followed them because his younger brother won't listen.

He went inside slowly but he saw his brother went inside the other door .

He stopped then walked slowly but then he heard some information that wasn't supposed to be heard and the brunette heard all of their future plans and now his thinking on how to get out. He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his brother scream.

He ran inside as fast as he could only to be greeted by a man with black suit like the rest, holding his brother's neck.

His eyes widened and he went to the man and bit he man's leg causing the man to let go of his brother.

They ran and ran. But was stopped when...a gun shot was heard.

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'Shit.' A boy around 14 or 15 years old thought while panting and seated at his bed. He winced and touched his bandanged side and... It seems that he had a nightmare. The boy has brown gravity hair and brown eyes. His body is quiet thin for his age.

His eyes was sharp but it still holds the warmness and acceptance.

The boy looked around and sighed. He looked at the clock which was placed at the table beside his bed and it read '6:30'.

He stood up and took a bath. He went down stairs and prepared his own breakfast.

After he ate, he went to school but not before getting a memo pad and wrote 'Mom, I went to school early...again. Have a nice day and be safe.'

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He was already infront of the school, he stared at it for a minute and then he went in and went to the rooftop to relax while reading a book.

When he arrived, he sat down and began to read and feel the cold wind touch his skin. But if you look closely the he was reading a different kind but i cant tell you...yet. It will ruin the fun.